[@Savato][@Absolis][@Flamelord][@Pirouette][@Wraithblade6]

Kaldor sighed. This entire thing had been a waste of time. The Outliners had not only not taken the meeting seriously, sending a deranged freak, but they appeared to be actively sabotaging the meet. Perhaps they wished to cause instability, or saw some threat in a peace treaty between major factions. Regardless of their motives, this event had been doomed the moment they had been invited. Perhaps the only good thing to come out of this was the fact that it showed off the Alliance's new rulers, who appeared at the very least willing to cooperate. It was a step in the right direction, an omen that one day the fighting and bickering might be put on hold, if not stopped. But for now, it appeared there were more important matters to be dealt with.

The centre of the room exploded outwards, launching debris in all direction as a pulsing red-and-white object the size of a tank emerged from the floor. It pules in a fleshlike manner, the strange organic compound sitting still for the briefest of moments. Kaldor recognized what it was, and although he did not know how, he knew what form of enemy they faced. This would not be pretty. The pod exploded, spreading acidic goo over those present and filling the air with noxious gas. A single breath would be enough to kill a normal man, as the gas caused rapid cellular deterioration. Merely being in contact with it could kill a human in less than 10 seconds, as they were broken down into raw biomatter. The goo itself was even faster, burning through steel and flesh with equal ease, although it was not innately poisonous. Draigo warded himself with his powers, the two lethal substances flowing around him as he stepped forward. The monster that emerged was cloaked in noxious gasses, analyzing and concocting poisons on the spot, the least lethal of which were constantly pumped into the air from the exhaust ports in it's back, and the most dangerous were ready to be injected into any who closed in for melee, glinting at the edge of the barbed blades on it's dozens of tentacles. The venomthrope was a horrific creature, a shock and support troop with the ability to wipe out entire cities by spreading it's vile creations. 

Kaldor raised a hand, and as he did he felt the creature's soul. Linked to others, perhaps, but still individual. The spark of energy that made it a living being, that seperated it from the lifeless machines around it. Gesturing, he ripped it from the creature. Dozens of blades shot for his head, as the creature sent out a psionic screech. In a moment it writhed to the floor, bright light burning from it's eyes as it was burned up from the inside. Purged and annihilated. As Kaldor Draigo moved on it crumbled to dust, the organic pod that had carried it soon to follow.

"Move. This area is compromised. Prepare planet-wide evacuation methods." Kaldor barked orders at the other representatives, uncaring for their opinion of him. He was the only one aware of the threat they faced, the true nature of these beasts. The Tyranid, who stripped entire galaxies bare of life, constantly evolving and adapting, an unstoppable armada of genetically engineered monsters. "Burn the dead of both sides to slow them down, kill anyone who's wounded by these creatures. Those who can't protect themselves, flee to Imperium walls. Those who are infected, burn yourself, it'll be quicker." These instructions might keep them alive, or at least make them last longer. If this was a full fleet, then they were all already dead. The best they could do was deal as much damage as possible. But he doubted that was the case, as these creatures had come from below. The fleet would have airdropped them from above.

Stepping out onto the small landing platform prepared at the side of the pavilion, the Supreme Grand Master of the Grey Knights took stock. Several more pods had impacted outside or around the peace meeting's location. Tiny creatures the size of dogs swarmed the building, attacking in swarms of ten or twenty at a time. Their body armour was bullet-proof and their blades could tear through steel plate like it was butter, but they were relatively weak. The infantry of the hivemind. Blasts of divine white flame shot from his off hand as Titansword flashed, ripping through the charging creatures and clearing the landing. His armour could've withstood any hits he took, but he merely dodged and parried the creatures, even as dozens came at him at once. But he was merely delaying them. More would come, and the pavilion's anti-grav engines were taking a beating. He could do his part, clearing this area to the best of his abilities, but it would be up to each of the representatives to make their way out on their own before this place dropped out of the sky.

In the distance, the Ethereal ship was under attack as well. Hundreds of pods shot out of the sea, far below, slamming into the hull at hypersonic speeds as powerful organic teeth-like drills tore through the alien alloys. While significantly more resistant to attack than the marble peace home it had also attracted far greater attention, as hundreds of the dog-sized Hormogaunts crawled over the outer layers, accompanied by a few larger tyranid. A psionic entity similar to a floating snake with a massive head fired a beam of pure warp energy from it's mind, blasting a hole in the hull through which dozens of the creature's rushed. The creature itself merely floated leisurely inside, ready to annihilate anything within. The two Goa'Uld ships were still out of range, but if they were to close in they would find themselves similarly boarded.

The situation looked dire, but Kaldor Draigo merely smiled. At least he was back in his element - killing shit.